Pine Point Game Novels & Stories

I didn't care and just dragged my suitcase upstairs. But when I opened the door to my room, everything inside wasn't how I remembered it to be. My bed and desk were gone. They were replaced by a few expensive computers and gaming chairs, along with a white screen for projecting movies. Hearing the noise, Edward took off his headphones and raised an eyebrow smugly when he saw me. "Well, if it isn't Nick. You finally decided to come back. See? Mom and Dad remodeled your room into my gaming room. Sometimes, the whole family watches movies here together. I told you I'd drive you out of the family, and this is just the first step."

I was sent back into the room with the goal of getting names and locations from Brad or I could flip him into an informant. It took me four long days, but finally Brad flipped. He would not wear a wire but agreed to gather information. He was injected with a tracking device should he change his mind and run. He was told if he continued to cooperate he might see me around. I even gave him a hug and told him to be careful before I left and headed home. I really did like Brad and did not want things to go badly. He could get hurt or end up dead. I quickly packed and headed home. It was time to move on to the next phase of the game I was playing with Drake.

"What Finn is trying to say is that it was just first game jitters. I'm sure we are going to get our shit together going forward, right guys?" The boys nodded, totally agreeing with him. "Oh, we better."I said, staring at each and every one of them. The thing was, I was still pissed as hell about what happened. Although we won the game but it was an absolute shit performance. We were crap from the start to finish, and I thought we were extremely lucky to get away with maximum points. We didn't deserve anything from that game. What pissed me off even more was the shit mentality of some of the guys here. Guys like Finn and his buddies who cared more about entertaining themselves than anything

The second game is ‘Pin the Dragon’s Tail’. There is a picture of a dragon with a missing tail in front of the board and the daughters were holding the dragon’s tail. The players would try to stick the tail in the board and the nearest tail would be declared as the winner. As expected, Penny’s movements were still unstable so she lazily stuck the tail in a random spot in the board and ran towards Amanda asking for a reward. “Ma-man, iss iss mwah mwah” she started pouting her lips waiting for Amanda to kiss her.

Even laughing once or twice. Trauma bonding, her mind whispered. And yet, it felt too real to dismiss. Several blocks away, the sniper adjusted his scope. His breath stilled as he lined up the shot. The red dot danced over the table, steady, deliberate. “Time’s almost up,” he muttered. In his earpiece, Alessandro’s voice came again. “Hold. Thirty more seconds. Then you fire.” The sniper smirked, keeping his crosshairs fixed. Montez’s glass paused halfway to his lips. His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of something strange. There, just barely visible on Amira’s forehead, was the shimmer of a red dot.

- to continue his studies. Frank didn't even care about John's reaction anymore. He quickly joined the game with Z. The game was a highly popular first person shooter game called "PUBG Mobile," where a certain number of players were placed in a server and were given a specific amount of time to kill all their opponents. The duo's skills were top-notch, and they didn't need to put in much effort. They immediately killed anyone they saw with just one shot. Frank kept chattering on the side. [Z, where have you been all these years? Why did you only show up now?]

After taking the paddle from Norm, he smirked at me, and said, “Reset from 0 sweet girl.” Taking a deep breath I served the ball. It became pretty clear Rowen was really good at ping pong. He was up by 2 points in a matter of minutes. With a little more determination I smacked the ball back at him, hard. I growled when he managed to hit it back. “Are you cheating?” I grumbled when I missed Rowen’s return. “Of course not. It’s not possible to cheat in this game.” Rowen responded. “Humph.”

Pringles, pickles, and pudding." Dante saved me from a decision. "Interesting combination." Relief loosened the knot in my chest. My breath came out easier now that I had something to focus on other than my body's unwilling reaction to his. "They taste good together. Don't knock it till you've tried it." I took control of my limbs again and sidestepped him on my way to the island. The touch of his gaze followed me, an insistent pressure on the small of my back.

“Bullet or my game, Michael. The choice is yours.” Reluctantly, he places his shaking hand on the table. “Good choice. Your life really isn’t worth refusing me. Now spread your fingers apart.” Michael spreads his fingers apart, his eyes glistening. Was the fucker gonna cry? I balance the tip of the knife along his hand. “I love this game.” I move the blade between his fingers while I stare right into his eyes. “You ever played it before? It’s got many names: the knife game, pin finger, nerve, bishop, knife fingers and, my favorite, five-finger fillet.”

They went for a trek in the pine-covered hills behind town, packed a picnic, and set sail along the coast. They drove to out-of-the-way villages on occasion, where they dined on delicious local fare in a tiny, modest restaurant with walls lined with wine barrels. They went into the city on occasion and dined in style on the best the city has to offer. On the Grand Pavilion Hotel, they danced side by side and made passionate love in his king-size bed.